Preparation for my final set of MA work is now well under way and has required a number of sketchbook visits to Westonbirt Arboretum. These are some of the more recent ones, drawn hastily because of the cold!
While I'm sketching I often write notes and phrases of the things I hear,see and feel. It helps me to develop a fuller image in my own mind of the place. I call these notes 'word walks', and I should warn you that there is absolutley no intention of them being poetry, but I quite like the shape of them. I hope you don't mnd if I try one out.:
Winter space,
A wider path.
Gateway.
Sentinel trees lean inwards, outwards.
Stubborn frost hardens and glitters.
A pale January sky
Silhouettes twisting branches.
Outside world quietens,
Blackbird settles on path ahead.
Rustling in undergrowth,
The dog investigates.
All other sounds are distanced by trees.
Low sun, light pools
Warms hands through gloves.
Trees stand straight,
Or bend and buckle
Throwing theatrical shadows.
Give space, close in
Reach overhead
Embrace the path
Tunnel the exit
Into space
